He loved you.
But he didn’t give up anything to do it. What kind of love is that?
Caught a bolt of lightning… curse the day he let it go.
And he who forgets will be destined to remember.
could’ve been something..
You’d kill yourself for recognition,
you’d kill yourself to never, ever stop.
‘Broke another mirror..
you’re turning in to something you are not.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map